Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Pairing: Bonnie/Damon
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: "This was not supposed to happen..."
The raven-haired vampire pushed himself to the edge of the bed, pale hands threading through strands of hair as he leaned forward and stared at the floor. His body language was closed off, withdrawn; and the witch who lay beside him was watching with sad eyes. Morning light streamed in through the blinds covering the window. She thought she could almost hear the dust floating around in the air due to the heavy quiet that was settled over the room.
"This wasn't supposed to happen." He was the first to break the silence.
A frustrated sigh escaped her lips and she pulled the blanket more tightly against her body, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious in his presence. She hadn't felt that way the previous night. In fact she'd never felt as free as she'd felt last night when she was moving in tandem with him. He had made her feel more beautiful than she'd felt in years, and he made her feel alive-lit up every nerve in her body so she was more electric current than person. However now that the sun had risen and they had time to reflect, he seemed to be doing a lot of regretting. She'd be lying if she said she didn't regret a few things as well.
She had been half flirting, half bickering with Enzo for weeks now. There was no denying an attraction between the two of them, which led to one of her reasons for feeling guilt. The man whose name she'd just spent the night muttering was once Enzo's closest confidante. He was also the man her best friend had fallen in love with, and she assumed this was the reason he now wore an expression of self-loathing.
"I don't know what you want me to say, Damon."
Emerald green eyes were focused intently on him, boring holes into his back as she continued to stare. The muscles on his back were taut. She wanted to reach up and run her fingertips along the contours. Her mind held no doubt that if she tried she would only be shrugged away. If there was one thing Damon Salvatore was good at it was throwing himself pity parties.
Comforter still pulled tightly against her chest she rolled over onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. Her thoughts wandered to Elena and though this initially brought on more guilt, she couldn't help but feel a peace accompany her thoughts. She knew her best friend better than anyone. She knew that Elena wouldn't want Damon to just sit around for sixty or seventy years and torture himself waiting for her. Bonnie knew that despite the guilt Damon was probably feeling, that Elena wouldn't be angry when she awoke. She wouldn't have reason to be. It wasn't her fault that wasn't around but it wasn't Bonnie's or Damon's either.
The mattress shifted slightly as she sat up and let her legs hang over the side. Their backs were to each other now and she could feel the distance growing between them though neither of them had moved. But she had to speak her mind.
"I don't regret it."
He stayed silent.
"I mean it Damon. I don't regret it for a second... And I think Elena would-"
The mattress had shifted again but she hardly felt it. He'd exited the room so quickly she barely even heard a whisper as he went by, silent as a ghost, and she was sitting alone in the room. The night they'd shared was playing in a loop in her head, and she knew that no matter what he did or said that he felt something too.